Inspired from the Dead

What a swell ….
To lay in the cold earth when the sun shine so fierce…
To smell the lilies mixed with wet earth
To hear the song of the woods…
And the hums of the Owls..

To remember the times of the Forsaken Life…
And Sigh for its long gone..
Remember the faces which brightened the day…
And then one day say good bye….

What a swell…
To buddy up with the rats of the underworld…
As they consumed the flesh and feed the worms..
The gifts presented while the door closed the reality…
Touches my face as I lay cold and vanish In air…
Lessons learnt are no good in here…

Regrets won’t help…
Screams and cry are in vain…
Rejoice might never exist…
Just the sleep till Eternity…
Getting consumed every moment…
And a smile it looks like comes to the moment of this peace…

Does it really matter if heaven and hell exist…
All that is desirable is to have the eternal Sleep….

Nidhish